Oh! What a globe of sorrows
Where troubles and problems morrow
And breath only but borrowed
Says he who sorrows.
I am alive, says him with tea
Yet sufferings and toiling graced thee with D
Death with silence he returns to thee
And Back to thee he wishes for pea.
Life itself prepared D for Thee.
With deceitfulness she lured D
And false hopes she packaged for D
Just for D to loose the Thee.
When the time comes,
everyone first counts the time
has passed
we repent
as say not to do that,
as do something better,
and be with them
today,
place we see here and now,
but cannot go?
What is coming
from morrow?
To those that can stand the dark silent night
Is a forever tease of shining bright
Being blessed in mine praise and worship
As well
Be I blessed in my slumber
I be
Thus so shall you to be risen on the morrow
Revived, renewed and refreshed and set free
Amen, amen Hallelujah
Abba Father Holy, Holy is He
Meek and humble full of grace and mercy always
4/4/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
Thus, upon the morrow
with a subtle tinge of sorrow
as I shivering, remember
dip my toes into November
for her snowflakes, now aloof,
will soon land upon my roof.
And yet, I’ll take the plunge
soak her up like childhood sponge
for there’s something in the wind
makes me long for her again
to caress her long and slow
to see my angel in the snow.
John G. Lawless
©10/31/2021
I don't believe in lust without love.
Let me stay thirsty on our love's behalf.
Those who truly love each other,
always make love in their mind.
No other lust is more sacred than this,
and I can't resist myself, can't confine.
Want to be captured by your arms so wide
hold me now by your thoughts so tight.
We will cross this long-distance and sorrow,
removing this gloomy pandemic, soon there will be an amorous good morrow.
I was passing by the side of my window
and saw a decaying Moon.
I waved at her and said,
don't worry, you'll be completed soon.
Nothing is permanent,
not even sorrow!
Removing all the darkness
there will be really a good morrow.
Oysters jump at an opportunity to die
To be eaten before the tide comes rising
Directly from the sea before the shell
Before the dawn begins to smell of day
In the raw, in the sand, in good company
Is best when frolicking by the happy sea
The pretty girl comes dancing in
In curls of golden locks that spring
Wind fills her dress and mind of hollow
She sings merrily of imaginary beings
From the docks she takes her basket
Full of emptiness for idiots like you
Down winding streets goes Daisy tip toe
Pronouncing words unknown to her
That have meaning only to the lunatics
Lost souls on narrow streets who like to eat
It is a perfect time to sell her wears
A litany of exotic goods on sale
Barked out loud to catch the near by ear
“Hot breads and pies fresh off the fire
To warm the cockles of your heart”
But there’s nothing in the basket but fresh air
Is there a crime or misdemeanor on the streets?
“Fresh baked on the morrow” screamed
But tomorrow never comes it seems
https://youtu.be/l2uHSuqe82Y
Calamities come, nudge humans to pull
Apart from past, to forge their world anew,
A golden move of an olden life school--
A gateway from old world to skies all blue;
If geography wills history to repeat
That, earth gets her youth lost in hundred years,
If mankind makes her mind new world to greet,
No greener fronds might flash to wipe our fears.
Hope, man chooses to walk through this gateway
Leaving skeletons of the past aside,
All prejudice, hatred, vultures' greed grey,
All dead ideas on grandeur growth beside,
If only man sticks to the old adage-
Of walking light with Spartan life's luggage!
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Historically big pandemics have happened with a span of hundred years.
Nearly hundred years prior to Corona virus world suffered Spanish flu.
Before that, there was a plague and huge chunk of life was wiped out.
As a silver line, world always saw some substantive change for the better.
This calamity also can be viewed as an opportunity to change.
And change for a better tomorrow , if only....
Sonnets l 16.09.2020 l
Though
The stars fade
the moon yellows,
and sun begins to follow,
loosing all the brilliant power
the one that makes small things cast big shadows.
When there's nothing left but a dark world full of sorrow's sorrows.
You are the light at the end of my tunnel and my flame for you will only burn brighter by the morrow
Enverated by the history; man's
Credulity, his weakness;
Give upon yesterdays, cause
It will hurt, day's risibleness...
Time is a fulsome mate, let go
Of her mawkish cast;
Hope is all but that is reigning,
Peaking the sinking mast...
Lives as ransom we ought
To pay, for the life meek
Fallen before the past as prey
Redemption do we seek...
To lean upon the future,
Promising rapprochement;
Eternity of brighter days strike,
Seeking each morrow'd mend...
To soar up and repay history's
Debts by making history,
Knowing not what's the best,
We still hope for the story...
The depressing stares to
No more meet, let's abjure;
Ambling the little strech of life,
The world, let's conquer...
Mitigating notions, unravelling
Sorrows into fading
Oblivion far apart, causing
No worry for the coming...
The future let's embrace,
Cause morrow has got its
Own promises, vibrant and vigil,
It's mesmerizing bits...
If you wish your future triumph,
Then let past be your tutor;
Dare do your part, for, as said,
"Tomorrow is the today of the future"...
The wind blew and lighting bugs flew
In on a warm summer night undue.
A man mutely sitting on the edge
Of a rocky ledge
Mulls over of days gone by
Like a river gone dry
Knitting the feelings of the unkind
Past in his mind
Giving into sullen sorrow.
Maybe it'll change tomorrow.
Nevermore will time be leaden
With bleakness, but only by death's end.
9/1/2019
no thought of morrow
embrace hope-
seek the dawn of day
MagiCicada13 Words To Live By Poetry Contest
July 8, 2019
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
In truth we have but played a game
To which is given no real name
We drunken participants grow more sane
Last night our passions were as dire
As hell's unholy fork-tongued fire
This morning we are lame
For truth lies beyond the meat
Beyond our flesh, our blood and bone
To something that's more permanent
And more ageless than stone
To this I beg of no regret
That I may love another yet
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